This past week, Tony had a meeting in Dayton. I went in 2010 and enjoyed myself (I have two posts: here and here), so I thought I’d take advantage of the fact that Tony wasn’t flying and go with him. This time was a little more disappointing, but it wasn’t Dayton’s fault.
We left on Wednesday morning around after a little excitement with the car (we had a flat tire…fortunately, it was only a valve stem issue that was quickly and easily fixed). It took about as long to get to Dayton as I’d planned, but it felt like it took forever. We stopped in Lewisburg at the Stardust Cafe. I thought the food was pretty good and Tony really liked it – he was ready to eat there again on the way home. We had a good dinner with a couple of people he’s working with in Dayton, which was nice. Tony really likes Thai 9 and makes an effort to eat there whenever he goes up to Dayton. I thought my dinner was good, but liked his better.
Thursday, they were calling for rain and it was raining by the time Tony left for his meeting. I have a big project due on Tuesday, so I told him he should just take the car and I’d stay at the hotel and work on my homework instead of going out sightseeing. Around 10, it cleared off and my brain was refusing to work on homework. Fortunately, Tony’s meeting was only half a day, so after he had lunch at another of his favorite restaurants in Dayton (a pho place), he came back to pick me up and we went to the Air Force Museum.
We walked around a bunch and I was kind of bored because I much prefer interactive stuff to just walking around and looking at stuff. I’m not saying there aren’t cool aircraft there (it’s more than just airplanes), but that I’m not one of those people who can wander around a museum full of them and be entertained.
When we finally went to the modern part of the museum, they had a couple of cockpits open for people to sit in (they were detached from the airplane, but still…something to do). Tony and Ben (who went up to Dayton with us) had a really good time talking about and figuring out what all the buttons and dials were for.
We stopped in Lewisburg on the way home for lunch on Friday (this time at The Wild Bean). I didn’t think it was all that exciting, but Tony and Ben thought Lewisburg was awesome – probably because it was amazing that, in the middle of West Virginia, there was a town where it was easy to get vegetarian food. Whatever the case was, I think we were all really glad to get home.
I wrote last week about the snow we got here from Pax (which was totally awesome – I was a huge fan). This afternoon, Tony and I went to the mountains to see what they got. We were also excited about the prospect of hiking the road while it was closed (unlike the last time, when we hiked a trail very near the entrance).
Hiking the road was an interesting experience. As far as we could tell, the trail had been blazed by snowshoers and appropriated by hikers. Near the entrance, the snow we were walking on was pretty compacted. We didn’t have much trouble finding “solid” snow to walk on. As we got further and further from where we’d parked the truck, the snow got softer and softer (not really surprising, I suppose since fewer and fewer people would’ve gone that far).
We went as far as the Hensley Hollow overlook. We stopped there to enjoy the view. I sat on the rock wall on the edge of the overlook (just barely visible under the snow and probably only visible because someone else had cleared a space) and Tony took pictures. By then, I think we were both starting to get tired and we still had the trek back to the truck. It wasn’t a long hike (about a mile), but slogging through the snow, especially the further up the road we got, was more work than we’re used to. We really enjoyed it, but I don’t know if we’re going to have time to get back up there anytime soon.
As usual, there are more pictures here.
Two weeks ago, Dad was nice enough to let me stay with him the night before I was supposed to meet my teacher to go to the VABF conference. This view made me really happy as I was leaving:
I’m not sure when winter storms started being named (maybe I was just oblivious to it before), but I suppose it makes naming blog posts much easier.
It started snowing last night. I was so excited about the snow that I swept the deck shortly before I went to bed around 11. That path is where I swept on my way back down the deck. The stuff on the sides is what accumulated in the time it took me to sweep up the deck (thoroughly) and back (quickly). Also, that light? That’s how bright it was at 11 last night. Usually, it’s so dark I can’t take a picture with my phone. The light was bouncing so hard between the clouds and the snow that it was quite bright last night.
When I woke up this morning, I was so excited about the snow (we got most of our snow overnight) that I went out to sweep the deck again. The broom was completely ineffective because the snow was no longer light and fluffy, but heavy and wet. The shovel was much more useful.
I measured the snow after shoveling, and we had a little more than 12 inches (yay!). I was definitely grateful to have tall boots to keep the snow out. I was especially thankful for them when I walked to the park. So far, the roads have not been cleared – people have been driving on them, so the snow was nicely packed down and it was really easy to walk. Once I got to the park, though, the snow was still very deep. There were a couple of people with snowshoes and I saw some ski tracks – I didn’t see the skier(s), though. Not many people were out, so it was quiet.
I’m a little bummed at how warm it’s gotten. And it’s supposed to be even warmer tomorrow. But I’ll enjoy the snow while I have it – it’s the first decent snow we’ve gotten this winter…
For more pictures, click here.